I wake up to beeping. I try to open my blurry and tired eyes, but the light ends up being too bright and I screw them shut again.
"Nice of you to finally wake up." A voice I never thought I'd hear again nags. I rub my eyes before opening them and letting them adjust to the light. I look to the foot of my bed, and there stands my mother with a scowl on her face.
"What're you doing here?" I groan as I press the button on the remote to make the bed sit up.
"Nice to see you, too." She rolls her eyes.
"Just tell me what you want." I snap, crossing my arms.
"You always were the drama queen of the family, weren't you?"
"Excuse me?" I scoff.
"Well, we wouldn't be here if you weren't so over dramatic." Her high heels click against the floor as she walks over to the chair beside my bed.
"No one asked you to be here." I bark and she sighs.
"Why couldn't you have been more like Margaret?"
"Margaret, Margaret, Margaret. That's all that ever comes out of your mouth. She's gone, mom! She's gone, and she's never coming back!" I scream, but instantly regret it as her hand makes contact with my cheek.
"Don't you dare say that to me! She and your father would be here right now if it weren't for you! If you weren't messing around in the back seat, maybe your father wouldn't have ran the red light and have a semi truck hit the car!" She fast walks to the door. Her hand is on the handle when she turns back to me, her face filled with disgust. "It should have been you."
"I know.." I whisper, trailing off. She walks out and slams the door behind her. I mindlessly play with the wrap around my injured hand until I hear the door creak open. I look up to find Rogan popping his head through the door.
"May I come in?" He asks.
"Yeah," I whisper and nod, not being able to find my voice. I give a small, no teeth smile. He comes over and sits in the chair that was previously occupied by my mother.
"How're you feeling?" He grabs my hand.
"Fine," I lie, giving the same smile I gave when he walked in. He sighs, looking down.
"That's what got us here. You saying you're fine all the time."
"Rogan, I'm fine." I give another small smile as I give his hand a little squeeze.
"Well, I gotta go, big sister. I love you." He kisses my forehead as he stands up. We have that brother/sister kind of relationship.
"Later, baby brother. Love you too." He open the door, but doesn't walk out.
He looks back at me and starts to whisper. "The boys are here. Can I send them in?"
"Uh," I shift uncomfortably, "I guess."
"Come on in." He nods to my room. He blows me a kiss before walking off. Harry stares at him before closing the door.
"Are you and him..." He trails off.
"What, dating? Oh God, no. He's like my little brother." I laugh as they pull chairs up to my bed. He blows how as if he had been holding his breath and smiles at the ground. We all look to the door when we hear the door knob being messed with. In comes who I'm assuming is the doctor.
"Hunter Winters?" The good looking doctor asks.
"That's me." I smile as he closes the door, coming to the foot of my bed with his clipboard.
"A little skinny, aren't we? Maybe a little too skinny?" He raises his eyebrows as if trying to get me to tell him something he already knows.
"Well, don't you just get right to the point." I scoff.
"Well, I mean, you look fine. It's just that you weigh a lot less than you should." He replies.
"Exactly how much does she way?" Harry asks over protectively.
"Don't say it. I don't want to know." I sit up, feeling nauseous at thinking that I way too much.
"107 pounds," he tells them.
"Oh, dear God," I slap my hand over my mouth and run to the bathroom that's next to my bed. When I get to the toilet, I vomit nonstop for three minutes. Harry runs to me and holds me once I'm done. I sit there and shiver in his arms.
"That's too much," I keep whispering to myself.
"Huh?" Harry looks at me.
"107- that's too much." I breath.
"How much is she supposed to weigh?" I hear Liam ask.
"Well, she's nineteen and 107 pounds. She's weighing what a seventh or eighth grader should weigh. She should be at least 120-something pounds." He elaborates. "Honestly, I'm surprised she looks like a normal, skinny sixteen or seventeen year old."
"Hunter, you don't weigh enough. How can you say that's too much?" He holds me at arms length, the bathroom still dark with only the light from the room coming through the door.
"I think she either needs counseling or rehab." The doctor glances at his clipboard, then looks back up to Liam, Louis, and Niall. Zayn's at my side, comforting me.
"No!" I screech suddenly. "I don't need either of those."
"Hunter, I think it would help.." Zayn trails off.
"No," I sob before throwing myself into his arms. "Zayn, please."
"Alright," he sighs. "I'm sure Harry could make you some kind of deal since he lives across from you."
"Harry?" I look to him with big, sad eyes as everyone watches. He opens his arms, waiting for me to come to him. I scoot the small distance and let myself fall into his strong arms.
"I'll tell you what. If you let me take care of you until you're all better and healthy, you don't have to do either of those. I can be like your own personal counselor." He smiles, proud of himself.
"You mean it? You'd really do that for me?" I clutch onto him like a boy clutches onto his mother's side.
"Of course, I would." He holds me tighter. I rest my head on his chest and he leans his head on mine. "I'd do anything for you."
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thin // harry styles
Fanfic"you tried to change, didn't you? closed your mouth more, tried to be softer, prettier, less volatile, less awake... you can't make homes out of human beings. someone should have already told you that."
